The words will come
if I don’t look; reveal
to you my heart, and
drape, blood-red, my
inner-truth, like wine
within a glass. I’ve
sipped upon this life
we’ve made, and found
it sour and small, and yet
you wait, to drink
the rest; no thoughts
of me, at all.
Photo prompt from Magpie Tales
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… a sad state of affairs. Nicely written!
This is such a brilliant write. The concise lines flow perfectly. And the imagery… It hits so close to home. Thank you for this. 🙂
Thanks Rigel.
This is a really good take on the prompt.
I wrote this ditty.
http://planetcyberluz.com/2012/08/06/pass-the-port/